Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same shit every day,
Lord please me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga up to the same shit everyday, homie
Walk through the valley of the shadow of
No rules,

my sins off in hell's water
Feel like the Bible told me as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm find my way

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to
High on on some drug, I'm Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the no more
Trapping trying to make it out obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a away
Pretty Snow White turned eight
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap like the uh
Kneeling down with questions to address like
Why the ones who commit the worst sins the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind
Streets me down, got faith in a Pyrex
in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
Sewer full of drugs when the digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, your whole body
on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

Uh but if God help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge
mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only come when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, time
When I'm in jail or when my declined
Uh, will you me?
me out of Hell and make plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was me and my niggas, we was trying to survive
But we never make it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til day arrive
Running through the ally, hope the don't collide
Car window shattered, glass on my side
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, boy Jody
Same jacket on from in the day
Praying the Lord come and take me away

Uh but if God don't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm find my way

Ey yo tuna sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust that I was
On how to stay and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, is the issue, I diss you
It's no at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit case
Cooling at the gambling spot a screwed face grin
No wage bet, we winning, play it again, yo
Put the in your jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the dispense
Revenge who make the events iller
This is more realer, snatch you up out of the Benz
The Wu who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill